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I like to think I'm a pretty decent person. Sure, I may have a tiny attitude on occasion, but I'm really not that bad when you think about all the people in the world that commit crimes, lie, and backstab others. So I'm not exactly sure why I was unlucky enough in Biology when Mr. Aryn informed us that we would be doing a lab, with partners. With partners that he had already picked out.
I was paired with Bronzey.
Oh, the irony.
He got up to sit on my left at the lab station I already sat at, and I could tell he wasn't happy about the partnering either.
"So," I said, trying to make it less awkward, and failing spectacularly.
"We should get to work on the lab," Bronzey grabbed a couple of beakers and set one onto a stand.
Our assignment had a few household liquid compounds in beakers. Our duty was to boil it and find out how long Compound A (Which I could tell right away was just water), Compound B (Vinegar), Compound c (Salt Water), and so on and so forth would take to boil.
"Right, totes," I turned on the burner and we sat in awkward silence once again as we waited for the beaker of "Compound A" to boil.
Bronzey looked awkward, and closed off.
It irritated me, why was he so intent on not being around me? I hadn't done anything to him!
However, I decided to not be a mega bitch today and instead tried for something a little lighter.
"Okay, what's the dealio? Do I smell or something?" I grabbed my hair and pretended to sniff it in worry.
He looked at me for a moment, contemplating what to say I supposed.
"You don't smell bad," He said, tensing up again as I let out a mock breath of relief.
"It's my dazzling personality right? It shocks the average human to be around my awesome presence," I dramatically flipped my hair.
He snorted and said, "Right, that's it."
We fell into awkward silence again as the water began to boil.
I wrote down the time it took and didn't bother trying to get Bronzey to talk anymore. I was done trying.
We sat in more silence as he put the other beaker over the flame and sat back, staring out the window.
I began playing with my hair bow. It was in the style of the Union Jack flag, but had a tiny blue TARDIS in the corner of it. It was from Doctor Who, admittedly my favorite show, and I liked the bow very much.
"So, um," Bronzey began, "You wear something UK every day…"
I looked at him. That was kind of a weird statement.
"Yeah.." I trailed.
"Why?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
I guessed this was his way of trying to keep conversation.
"Oh, well I've always liked the flag to be honest, I think it looks cool. I've also always wanted to go tour the UK, England especially," I smiled happily, readjusting my bow.
"It's nice, it's a lovely country," he nodded at me to mark the time as the next compound began to boil.
"You've been there? What was your favorite spot?" I wrote down the time and looked to Bronzey, interested.
"The Big Ben is nice, it has beautiful architecture."
"Mhm," I nodded my head, "I agree."
Silence fell again, and while it wasn't very awkward this time, I still hated the silence.
"Any plans this weekend?" I asked.
Bronzey had to do a double take, "Um, not that I'm aware of. Why?"
He was giving me a suspicious glance.
"Chillax, dude," I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, "I was just making conversation."
"Oh. Okay," He replied, "Um, no I don't think I have any plans. Bella is going to the Reservation on Saturday and I think I'm going to spend that day composing."
My eyes darkened ever so slightly at the mention of Bella on the Rez. How stupid could he be? How could he not see what was happening?
'Maybe it's just denial,' I felt pity for his refusal to see what was going on.
"Oh. You compose? As in, music, yeah?" Don't judge me, I just wanted to be sure!
"Yeah, piano," he responded, easily.
"Oh, that's so cool! Piano is my favorite instrument!" I exclaimed, shocked that I actually had something in common with Bronzey.
"You play?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.
I shook my head, "I only know a couple notes and two songs. Those two songs are only because my friend taught me the exact keys for them." I chuckled.
"What songs?" he asked, "Mary Had a Little Lamb and Rock a Bye Baby?"
He was joking with me again, it was written all over his crooked grin.
"Oh, I know more songs than I thought!" I recalled how simple those two were, "However, the songs I was talking about were My Immortal by Evanescence and Simple and Clean by Utada Hikaru."
He gave me a confused look.
"Simple and Clean is the opening of the first Kingdom Hearts game," I said.
His confused look remained.
"You've never heard of Kingdom Hearts?" I was shocked. Granted, a lot of kids didn't play video games, but I thought it was still pretty big.
"No, I've never heard of it. I've also only ever heard the other song a couple times on the radio when it was popular," he leaned back into his chair.
"Wow, you live a sad life. Do me a favor, go on Youtube tonight and look it up. It's pretty," I wrote down the second to last compound and how long it took to boil.
"I don't go on the internet very much," He responded.
"Wow. You aren't human," I deadpanned.
By that time, we had finished the lab. I got up to turn in the assignment to Mr. Aryn while Bronzey cleaned up.
When I returned to my seat I realized we were among the first ones done.
"So, how long have you been playing piano?" I asked as I plopped back into my seat.
"Forever, really," he said, getting lost in thought.
"That's cool, so you're pretty good?" I was interested.
"I'm pretty accomplished, yes," He replied, looking into my eyes.
'Damn, his eyes are cool,'
The bell rang then, and Bronzey stood up with his stuff in hand, heading towards Bella.
"'Twas a pleasure, monsieur Cullen," I said, in a jokingly over-the-top accent.
He smirked, "See you around, Fayne."
I headed out the door to lunch, meeting up with Angela at the door outside of class.
"So," Mike started as we sat at the table, looking at me, "You were actually talking with Edward. I saw you laugh a couple times, too! It's crazy."
I could hear the jealousy in his voice, and rolled my eyes, "Yes, I know, it's shocking. He can be a human being!" I laughed.
"I just thought you hated him is all," Mike interjected.
"Just because he and I were being civil doesn't mean we're suddenly besties."
"Okay, okay," Mike started, "I was just surprised. You're right, though."
I nodded my head and turned to Angela.
"So what book have you been reading lately?"
"Oh, I just finished. It's a classic," she pulled it out of her bag and showed it to me.
The shiny red font of Dracula sparked across the otherwise dark cover.
"Oh, neat," I began, gently grabbing the book to look it over, "I actually haven't read it yet. How is it?"
"You haven't read it?" Angela was surprised, we had, after all, had a deep discussion about classical books just yesterday.
"No. It's on my to-do list, I just haven't gotten around to it yet," I handed the book back to her.
"Well, why don't you borrow my copy?" She handed it back to me.
"Really?" I took books more seriously than the average person, and I knew Angela felt the same. It was definitely a secret honor to have someone like us loan a book out. Not that we would ever voice that opinion, we'd sound like crazy book ladies.
"Yeah, take it. You may like the gothic style a bit more than me. It was alright, intriguing in some parts, and a little bland the next."
"Wow, thanks, Angela!" I held the book and looked at the cover again, "Now I get to see what vampires are like!" I winked.
A raucous laughter broke out at the Cullen table. Emmett was roaring with laughter, and the others chuckled- aside from Bella. She, again, looked lost on a joke, just like my first day.
I caught Bronzey's gaze and gave him a slight nod to my head in greeting. I made it so small and unnoticeable to my table that I wondered if even Bronzey would catch it.
He did, and he sent the same one back.
Maybe, just maybe I could learn to tolerate Forks for a little while.
It would certainly be more pleasant for my remaining years here before I moved back to California.
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, and we at the table quietly broke into our smaller parties to head to class.
Dracula was clutched in my hand and waiting to be read in History.